Chapter 223 Don't Fall for Another Men

Dariel opened the private room door before stepping aside. Whitney realized there were no institute executives or sorts in here. There was only Noel in the room. He wore a black suit, and his chiseled face and pitch-black eyes were covered in frost, radiating a chilling elegance. He sat on a Yoropean couch with his legs crossed. He glanced up at Whitney before focusing on his phone again. "Please, Ms. Spencer," Dariel said. Once Whitney entered the private room, Dariel sensibly closed the door. The private room was extremely quiet, to the point that the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard. Whitney didn't sit on the couch. Instead, she walked to Noel's front and stood there silently. After a while, Noel looked up and mocked, "What's wrong? Did your blind date fail?" A few strands of hair were stuck on Whitney's cheeks. Her beige coat was also dyed with red wine. She looked slightly disheveled. Whitney was surprised Noel knew why she was there. But